No matter how many pictures of dead bodies you took, the war would always be terrifying for you. And that's why you couldn't sleep.

Although you were in a safe zone, laying in the back of the car, far away from where a gunfight was happening, you could still hear it.

Joel was with you, smoking a cigarette and staring at you with worry, but keeping his usual smirk.

“Don't expect to sleep tonight. We never do.” He says, and although his words were harsh, his tone was kind and caring.